You were my long haired, tan skinned T̶a̶r̶z̶a̶n̶ Summer dream.

Take my lock and use your key… only then will you unlock the w i l d e s t parts of me.

She is a rose filled guitar sitting by the ocean. Both a cat’s ‘purr’ along with the ‘hiss’. And lastly, a love poem carved into an old birch tree.

Whenever I would see a photo of Big Ben I would think of Peter Pan. Not necessarily a boy in green tights but someone who would [grab] my heart and my hand as he took me away to his N e v e r l a n d.